Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.